I loved you more than life itself dad. Life is so empty and meaningless without you in it. Nothing really matters anymore. You spent your whole life working yourself to the bone. Trying to build an empire around you to take care of your whole family. Not only your children and your wife but your brothers and sisters and their children. Not thinking twice about helping people in their time of need. Such ambition and drive to do more. Wanting to make a school, hospital, masjid, madrassa. (Although your zoo idea in Pak was a bit mad). I remember when we were little you always took us exploring. Always spending time with us regardless of how busy you were. We had ups and downs. I was always the one to argue with you trying to get you to do the right thing and to stay with us always as loved you so much. Only Allah knows how long you were in pain for as you never used to tell us. Hiding it from us. Then this illness with an unknown cause came from nowhere and took you away from us slowly and painfully. Pulmonary fibrosis they called it. Scarring of your precious lungs which took over your entire body. No matter how many drugs they gave you or how many tests they done they weren't able to make it go away. Incurable apparently. It made you dependant. My dad the most independent and strongest man in the world now unable to breathe or walk without wires, oxygen masks and support but still you kept going long after the time doctors had given you. I wanted the doctors so badly to take my lung to give to you but they couldn't as both your lungs had gone, I wanted to take you abroad to get you the best doctors alive but they said you wouldn't survive the op. I knew you would though as I knew how strong you were but at the high risk of losing you earlier we didn't go down that route. Accepted it. I told you not to give up and you kept fighting even when doctors were saying there was nothing more they could do. The noise of the oxygen cylinders in the house still echoing in my mind. Your things just reminding us of you constantly. My amazing mum and my brother caring for you full time doing everything for you as couldn't bear the thought of putting you in a care home amongst strangers away from us as doctors had advised to do. My distraught little sister joking and always having a laugh with you getting away with everything she said. You were always trying to be strong until your last days. 'I'm ok' you used to say all the time. But you weren't ever ok and now we are not ok but we need to be strong for our kids and each other like you were for your kids and wife. In your last few weeks you were saying how you were going to come and see me and will just sleep on sofa downstairs. Allah (SWT) made sure your whole family was by your side including your 4 week old grandson. Inshallah Allah (SWT) is taking care of you now and gives you the highest place in Jannat with you having suffered so much in this temporary life. I love you more than I can ever say and miss you immensely dad and nothing will ever fill this darkness and emptiness with you gone. We are lost without you.

Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant; it is the same as it ever was. Thank you ever so much for choosing to support the work of the British Lung Foundation by creating this Breath of Life Fund online tribute in loving memory of Mohammad. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing your page and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to. It has been designed to be a truly lasting tribute for perpetuity for future generations to see.